The Moor

Trust is earned It is not driven

This does not mean You are not forgiven

So please, dearest one, Just listen

I promise you one thing This has a clear mission

From where there were ashes A phenix has risen

While often times, I play the villian

This I must admit I am fatally stricken

This piston This prison

It binds my wrists Or so it is written

while this must remain true Our collision

Foretold in times long gone It glistens

Like sunlight on The Moor

All is forgiven